In true American tradition, after my team since I was a kid FINALLY won another Superbowl for me, I got ecstatically drunk and smoked some hash which sent me into some kind of malicious vortex for several hours where I was left yelling to my friends, "Please, just leave me here for a minute, or just call a fucking ambulance." That minute turned out to be three hours. And asking for an ambulance? What a priceless way to end a great Superbowl run!